We were playing a scramble and we started on hole 14. Hole 13 was a short par 3 protected by two bunkers in the front. My friend hit the worst shot on a par 3 I've ever seen, carrying 170 yards on a 110 yard hole. I was next. I hit perfect sweet spot on my 48 degree, 2023 T200s, carrying a baby draw toward the hole. All I said was, "be long enough," hoping it would clear the bunkers and it did. I expected nothing more. But when you're looking at it, you can't tell if it's moving away from you. But I saw it start to move right to left toward the hole, so I knew it was still moving. It got closer and closer to the hole but all I thought was "it'll pass either in front of, or behind the pin." It got closer and closer until we finally saw it right at the base and then it disappeared! I dropped my club and went running and yelling toward the green behind me. I was beside myself. I turned around and my friends were running at me. It was incredible! We went to the green and I still was worried that MAYBE I saw it wrong. I walked onto the green and got a pretty great shot of me with both fists up, but I walked to the hole and there it was, at the bottom of the cup. The feeling of that moment, I will never get again in my life, but what an incredible thing to experience!
